| Let's see....It was 1999. I was stationed at Little Rock AFB, AR. I was flying out of Little Rock National Airport. The stewardess motioned to the other that they were waiting on one person to get on board. I looked around the plane and quickly figured out that the only empty seat on the plane was next to me. Sure enough, coming on board is this huge specimen of a man. He plops down next to me and shoves his bag under the seat in front of him and I notice a NFL logo on the side. I think nothing of it. Oh, did I tell you I had a huge German Shepherd lying on the ground at my feet. He was my explosive detector dog and we were headed to Detroit to do a Secret Service mission for Clinton. The next thing I know, my dog is licking his shoe and that to my surprise was the first time the guy next to me noticed I had a dog. It sparked up a conversation as to why I had a dog on the plane. He thought it was so cool that I was a K9 Handler. I asked him what he did and he said he was the running back for the Cleveland Browns. I asked why the hell he was in Arkansas and he said he use to play there and he still had family here. He said his name was Madre Hill. At that point I said "Oh you were the running back when Stoener fumbled the ball w/ 2:00 left in the game". He didn't look pleased, but finally said that the entire team still calls him and gives him **** for it. It was funny as hell. I gave him a baseball card of my dog and he asked if I wanted his autograph. I stated that I didn't, but I had a die hard Razorback fan back at base that would kill for it. Very interesting plane ride. |